I can't hear the branches,
Who cares if the sun is hot in summer,
Ice cream melts slowly in your hands,
Sweat ran down my head,
The fan fanned slowly from head to toe,
I also want to experience the cold in summer.
willow
Weeping willows use the breeze as a haircutting comb,
Willow is as slim as a girl,
People enjoy the cool under the tree,
There is a lark in the tree.
Suddenly, the bird flew away with a bang.
Children and laughter are jumping under the tree.
pool
Like a dried duck in the water,
Playing with small hands, splashing water,
A pair of little feet stepped on the pool water,
You smiled all over me,
Which landlubber fell into the swimming pool,
When I came out of the water, I only saw a water column and two tears.
Chapter 2: Imitating "Childhood Ink Painting" _200 words
village
I can't hear the noise in the street,
The vast fields are also quiet,
Wheat dances in the breeze,
The puppy also crawled on the ground and fell asleep.
The children's laughter came from time to time,
That's when they play after school.
2. Interpretation of two verses in children's poetry (full text of childhood ink painting) Childhood ink painting (poetry group)
street
I can't hear the noise of the traffic on the road, so I don't care if it is broadcast loudly through the top of the tree. The pages were turned gently on the knees, and there was an indelible smile on the corners of the mouth. Sunlight climbs from tiptoe to knee, thinking of "black whirlwind" and "white stripes in waves".
Bian Xi
The weeping willows regard the stream as a dressing mirror, and the mountain stream is as quiet as a blue belt. The figure was dyed green by the stream, and a green dragonfly was parked on the fishing rod. Suddenly, the figure was broken, and fish and laughter jumped on the grass.
On the tree
There is a big green umbrella on the tree, and a group of white pigeons are dancing and singing in the shade. The sun is watching quietly in the leaves, and thousands of eyes are woven into a bare net, as if the old tree is getting younger, beating drums and clapping hands again and again.
On the river
Like ducks in the water, flapping their wings to drain and play. A pair of little hands stirred up waves, and you made me laugh. Haha, which "water hyacinth" dived into the water and saw a splash when it came out.
3. About writing ancient poems or modern poems about childhood 1: ode to Guilin
Guilin landscape insurance,
The water in Lijiang River is quiet and green.
Bamboo rafts and boats enjoy the beautiful scenery.
I miss Guilin and don't want to go back.
2: Snowflakes
It's snowing, it's snowing
Let's play with the snow.
Snowflakes are all around us.
Piaopiaosa
We are in the snow.
Make a snowman, snowball fights
Snow laughs with us.
Play together
Snow, like an elf.
Play happily in the air
Like butterflies.
Dancing in the air
Snow is also naughty.
fling about
Into our
In the hat, in the clothes.
Jump into our mouths
Let's taste it
The most beautiful drink in the world
3. Autumn, everywhere,
This land is a parting in summer,
Who will be remembered after parting?
What I can't forget is still in my memory,
Remember, never understand.
Bend down and pick up a fallen leaf to remember,
There will be no news of autumn until next year.
4: Jasmine
Dusk windbreaker
Shade the sky
Pure white jasmine
Bloom in boundless black.
Fame and fortune in the world are unpredictable.
Sublimate in silence.
A faint white floral fragrance.
Around me.
Please guide me in the right direction.
Even if you meet a ghost.
I won't panic.
Through mist and fog
Break free from the shackles of loneliness
Sparkling fireflies
Hanging from the treetops
Mysterious light
Hold my right direction
A dusty dream is floating between heaven and earth.
Span a thousand years
The frankness and frivolity of pursuing youth
Even if I lose all my strength.
I will also choose to be strong.
Looking for sincerity and strength
In the storm
All the way forward
Don't despair.
Pure white jasmine
Accompany me to the ends of the earth
Looking for my happy flowers
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4. Naive Poems Describing Childhood Modern: Childhood is like a pen, and when it is used up, it is gone. Childhood is like a rainbow. It's gone after reading it. Childhood is like a box of candy, it's gone after eating. Childhood is like a book. After reading it, there is nothing new.
If childhood is mineral water, it is by no means tasteless.
If childhood is a painting, it is by no means a bad work.
If childhood is a kite, it is by no means a bondage.
Childhood is like a colorful dream. Wake up, still so clear and unforgettable. Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams. Childhood is like a bird singing loudly, flying high with infinite hope.
Ancient times:
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. "Children Fishing" Hu Lingneng
The children rushed to chase butterflies and fly into cauliflower. Yang Wanli, Su Xinshi Xugong Store
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. Gaoding's "Country House"
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. Bai Juyi, by the pool
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. Li Bai, the journey of the ancient waves and the moon
5. Self-created childhood poems should be matched with childhood poems.
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky